Really, Marienee, you don’t have to wait that long. You just need a few more kids and a few more years…it will all become a blur. “Which one are you?” “Are you the one born at 5:15pm or at 4:03pm?” “First tooth? Well I know one of you was like 4 months and one of you I’m pretty sure was in kindergarten…” I can remember my first one’s first word. The other two? Just change it up depending on when they ask. For my 15 year old, I tell her it was “telephone”.
But on topic, other have said it and it bears repeating— every child is different, every parent is different and children and parents are different at different ages and stages of life. If there was ONE way that worked for everyone, we’d all get that BABY MANUAL sent home from the hospital with the precious little one. Notice they don’t come with one? There’s a reason.
My first precious bundle was a horrible sleeper. She became intimately familiar with Johnny Carson and the local announcements set to classical music and changing colored backgrounds that was the only thing on after that. (Hey, it was 21 years ago, cable tv was brand new and we were LUCKY to Have that Cable). We tried the “let her cry” thing. She would work herself into such a frenzy that she would start coughing and gagging and generally spiraling her way to certain death. This was not a good thing for either of us. To this day, she doesn’t sleep well, but she has a baby of her own who sleeps like a dream.
Baby #2, 5 years later, was sleeping in her crib through the night by the time she was a day old or so (ok, maybe 3 mos or 6 mos, who knows, but it did happen, I swear). She wanted to sleep in her own bed with all the lights out. She still does, 16 years later. Never wanted the door open or a night light. Just wanted to go to sleep and, although a bit of a night owl, once she was out, that was it. She did share a room with her older sister for many years so maybe that made a difference.
Baby #3, another 8 years down the road, slept on my chest for the first 6 months as I sat in a recliner. It just was easier to nurse him and that way I knew he was breathing. Why more paranoid at that point? Can’t really tell you. It was just who I was at the time. After that and to this day, the boy has gone to bed at a routine time and sometimes earlier when he’s tired, and sleeps like a log til the morning. Despite all of the dire predictions from certain baby “experts”, he did not spoil and turn rotten.
Three kids, many years apart, and they were all different and still are. I was/am also a different parent to each of them, in reaction to who they are and what they need. I’m also a mother and that is a different breed than a father. Talk to your wife, come to an agreement, take into account the individual needs of your child and you as parents and be consistent.
And be prepared that the minute you think you have it down and everything’s going beautifully, the very second that thought enters your brain, nothing you’ve been doing will work any more and you’ll be right back here wondering what the hell happened. Don’t worry, we’ll be here waiting.